Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the

a hint of fear in his

am your uncle. Your mommy is here

relaxed, closing his

into the child seat in his car, then

murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom

“You’re afraid now?”

door. He made his way around the front of the car and got

a long silence, he gently stepped on

car slowly pulled into the mansion’s grand

the opening. and closing of the door stirred her

stairwell, she saw Henry

for

in a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with

Crystal nodded.

again, she

nestled in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed where Crystal had

day had been too long, for the child

eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling a

and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

heart soften at the

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child

aback, wore her

a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the

more vulgar than

let the

her a fierce glare, but

was once frightened now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited

eased the tense look on

“Stay with Melora. I’ll head to

Crystal agreed with a

them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced

all, I am Melora’s

led Melora to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let

Crystal was about to step out, Melora held on

tidal wave of emotion washed over

should have come back sooner. Your

called out in a soft

for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need is

Melora nodded.

the snack. By the time everything was ready,

the kind where the vibrant colors were

Crystal noticed.

with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything

down and began

longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like

kept

Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t

she

their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk powder and

However, they were swept

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was

lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time

“Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger.

poor girl nodded

in, Crystal went to see Henry

room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that

The ashtray before him was filled to the brim,

the door behind her, walked to the window,

murmured, “You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid

her

as Crystal voluntarily approached

snuffed out the cigarette and leaned into

hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and

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